Mystery: Start with the Reader

v1 Chapter 307: begin

Tiemen Street, a card room in the Brave Bar.

Maric, wearing a white shirt and black vest, looked at Miss Sharon who stepped out of the mirror abruptly. He waved his hand and let a group of living corpses that he controlled again to guard the door. This was a little messy. Hair, asked in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Are you really ready to take on the task of protecting that kid? Although 1,000 pounds is a lot, compared to the dangers he may encounter, it is really not much... You are not the person who took on such a task because of lack of money."

Sharon, with light blonde hair and a black court dress, replied succinctly: "He is a detective."

"Detective..." Maric clasped his hands and repeated the word, and then said after a few seconds, "In the'prophecy' given by the lady, doesn't the'detective' refer to Detective Bryan, at least? It's also Detective Stanton...How could this kid be just an ordinary person, could bring us opportunities?"

"Not an ordinary person." After Miss Sharon said quietly, she was silent for a moment, and then added, "I'see' it must be dangerous."

"Even you are in danger?" Maric's eyes twitched, feeling more and more that he was right to reject that kid's commission a few days ago, frowning and asking again, "Are you sure he is the lady's prophecy" The person in?"

"Not sure...but always try." Sharon, with a delicate face, answered calmly without any expression.

"Okay..." Maric was confident in Sharon's strength, and didn't think she would really be in danger. "However, he might not be able to make up such a large sum of money."

"He will." Miss Sharron looked at him quietly with blue eyes, her tone very determined.

...

At the same time, Klein once again met his employer, Mrs. Mary, and after briefly introducing the situation of the heroine in the small dirty film in "Dream Divination" yesterday, the lady called out with a gloomy expression. Two friends with Cragg Club members entrusted them to make a recommendation for Klein, and they happily paid the membership fee for the first year.

Two of her friends, one is the well-known surgeon Alan Kreis, and the other is the noble equestrian teacher Talim Dumont.

After saying hello to each other, Allen, a tall and thin doctor with gold rim glasses and a colder, entered the club first, while Talim, an equestrian teacher with short brown curly hair, smiled as he walked:

"If it weren't for Mary to mention you, I didn't know that Backlund had added an excellent detective. If there is anything to be entrusted in the future, I will find you. Hehe, in time, you will surely be as famous as Detective Brian. ."

"How can I compare to the ‘Hero Detective’..." Klein said politely, while inside slandered: The names of Mr. "Tower" and Roselle always fill my life!

"Don't be so humble, I met Detective Brian before, he was as young as you, just as famous... But in the past few months, he has been known to everyone in Backlund. "Talim said with emotion.

I think Backlund’s many tabloids have contributed to the fact that Mr. "Tower" is so famous...

Just after spitting out a few words in his heart, Klein suddenly felt his heart palpitations, and his whole person suddenly became tense.

Is this the premonition of the "clown"? But there was no picture in his mind... Klein only felt that the surrounding air had become dense, and a storm was brewing.

Soon, this feeling disappeared, as if nothing happened.

He resisted the discomfort and went through the membership formalities with two new friends. Before he could even listen to the membership benefits, he went to the bathroom as an excuse and boarded the gray mist.

Through the divination above the gray fog, Klein determined that he would encounter great danger in the next few days, so he quickly returned to reality, took a carriage to the Backlund Bridge area, and entered the Brave Bar.

Then, he saw Maric sitting in the card room and asked him to hire him again.

The pale man looked over Klein, looked behind him, and nodded slightly:

"She agreed... just as you said, prepay 100 pounds, and then every day you protect you, you will pay another 300 pounds."

...

On Thursday evening, in an abandoned warehouse in the wharf area, a fierce battle over Ian was going on.

About 20 Intis intelligence personnel were surrounded by secret agents from MI9.

Because of the huge difference in numbers, and the use of new steam armored chariots by MI9, the Intis side fell to an absolute disadvantage and soon became precarious.

Hidden not far away, the "Secret Puppet Master" Rosago, who saw all this with the help of a mouse controlled by the "Spirit Line", did not rashly take action, but quietly left the battlefield.

Then, with the help of the ceremony, he summoned the messenger of the "Witcher" called "Bianka" and relayed the current situation back to the embassy.

Others only thought that Bakerlund was coveting the beauty of that "witch" lady, so they recruited her as an embassy attaché and stayed with her.

But Rosago, who has been helping the ambassador to deal with secret activities for many years, knows that the beauty of the "wizard" lady is only one aspect. Her profound knowledge in the field of occultism and the "messenger" who can deliver news at any time are the real Beckrun. The reason for accepting her.

For this reason, he can even ignore the origin and background of the opponent that is not too "clean".

About five or six minutes later, a weird creature full of illusory tentacles emerged from the spiritual world, and it brought Beckron's command:

"Take out the manuscript immediately and hand it to'Shadow'.

"Then create chaos and attract the attention of MI9.

"If it's convenient, get rid of the little detective who exposed the relationship between me and the Zmanger Party."

Rosago finished reading the order, pondered for a moment, took out his crystal pendant for divination, and got the result of "dangerous, but within a tolerable range".

He nodded slightly, and then let the "Flying" Secret Puppet "fly" with him, and "fly" to the location where Ian had previously confided the manuscript.

...

Located in the Intis Embassy in the West End of Backlund, the lights are brightly lit, and the flavors of various perfumes and liquors are accompanied by melodious melody, spreading to every corner.

A ball is being held here, Ambassador Bakerrun’s farewell ball... although he did not disclose it to the outside world.

The guests invited by him are not nobles, they are all bankers from the Kingdom of Loen, big factory owners, big philanthropists, and other well-known rich and powerful lawyers...Of course, sometimes some sub-level businessmen are randomly invited .

In such an atmosphere, he would tell his guests about the prosperity and openness of Trier, and that the Republic of Intis is no longer dominated by nobles. Bankers, factory owners, lawyers and other groups are the masters of the country. They directly and indirectly It has swept most of the seats, determines the direction of national policy, enjoys true freedom, and has a lofty status.

Beckron is doing similar things today, holding wine glasses and constantly appearing in front of the guests, seeming to want to prove that he was at the banquet at this time and did not go out.

At this time, Bianca, the "witch" in a green low-cut gown, approached him and whispered something in his ear.

Beckron frowned slightly, then stretched it out again, and said to the surrounding guests to apologize, and then, in the ambiguous gaze of many people, took Miss Bianca into the lounge on the first floor.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Becklund's genial face became gloomy. He took the letter handed by Bianca and threw it to the ground after only a few sentences.

Although Bianca was a little surprised by Bakerlund's irritable mood today, considering that the other party has been in a bad mood since receiving the order to return to the country to report on work, she feels understandable... It's just weird to come to the lounge on the first floor... He usually goes to the study to deal with business matters...

But this is not a big problem.

"Bring this letter to Rosago..." Beckron took the pen and paper and finished the order, he hesitated and then ordered Bianca, "Also, you go to the telegraph room and give it to the postcode XX04F2D. A ciphertext telegram from the address..."

Then, he told Bianca where the codebook corresponding to the ciphertext was placed.

Bianca carefully noted that she had done similar things for Bakerlund before, and had served as his dual secretary for life and work for a long time, so she didn't care.

After Miss "The Witcher" left the lounge, Beckron, who seemed a bit irritable, recovered some calmness. He suddenly felt something wrong, but he couldn't notice what was wrong... He could only review what he had just thought:

"People from MI9 actually appeared!

"They who should have been concealed appeared!

"The presence of Rosago is definitely not a factor of divination, and MI9 is ​​not good at divination at all... This shows that there are worms inside us... I hope Rosago can take the lead, get the manuscript, and hand it to the'Shadow' belt. go……"

Thinking of this, Beckron suddenly woke up and stood up in panic.

"Shadow" is the most hidden intelligence officer directly under my leadership. How can I tell Bianca how to contact him? !

Even if she is very likable to me, and I have grasped her biggest wish, and already trust her... But I will never give her any important contact information!

Who? Who affected me? Is he still here?

As soon as he thought of this, Becklund decisively interrupted the ball first and called all the military attaches who were protecting him.

But at this time, he was surprised to find that he could not get out!

This lounge has been sealed by unknown forces.

And that kind of power is very familiar to him, it is the "guardian ceremony" of the embassy!

Could it be that old guy Kirton Surrey wants to deal with me? Yes~lightnovelpub.net~Only he can control the embassy ceremony......

Old stuff, can't wait to get rid of me and take over as ambassador? It is a pity that even if your son is a member of parliament, China will not let you such an old thing replace me! Who told you to be upright before, if you show this face early, I am afraid that the country will agree to it!

When I go out, I must be in front of you and torture your granddaughter who you value!

Thinking about it, Bakerun's face was completely distorted, and then he raised his hand and shook violently, shaking the orange-red flame from it into a red long whip, and slammed it toward the "barrier" formed by the ritual. ".

At the same time, Abner's mouth bends slightly while watching this scene in "psychological stealth".

The "arrogance" of the "bribery".

The "madness" of "psychiatrist".

Beckron, with the two major debuffs in his body, has fallen into the "combat hypnosis" step by step, sliding into the abyss according to Abner's vision.